Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.